…well, not for me!
My other half has cellulitis, so she is resting up and I’m doing most of the housework. I popped out to pick up some groceries, and there seemed to be a roadie on every street - all with their mudguards and Winter clothing on. Mainly, the riders I saw were old school, with their skinny steel frame road bikes and club jerseys and racing caps. I guess most modern roadies are precious about their bikes, as the roads are still wet, dirty and salty. Those that do have Winter rides would probably be out today, but not me. I was glad to be inside, dry, warm and on the turbo trainer.
The ride wasn’t comfortable, my backside hurt constantly, and my troublesome left knee gave me grief again. I’ll be honest, once it was over, I was pleased. I managed 36 miles, and along with all the housework, I am well and truly broken now. It’s a good start to the week thought, as I push to get more and more miles under my belt.
Also, it was really good to see Lance Armstrong back in competitive cycling. As the man who inspired me to get on the bike, I missed his career. I’ve read about it, watched the DVDs, and proudly sport a Livestrong yellow bracelet, but I feel like I missed out not being into the sport when he was competitive. I stopped watching the Tour de France somewhere between Miguel Indurain’s first and last Tour victory. He rode in the criterium in Australia today, and competes in the Tour Down Under starting Tuesday.
That’s it for now, the sofa and a cup of tea beckons.